Posted by thomas on June 24, 2000 at 10:46:33:
The alarm sounded: five minutes to breach. Petra surveyed her squad: the two blondes, Carrie, tall and lithe, and Kate, shorter and more rounded, were loading their Uzi's. Redheaded Julie, the green recruit, was retying her shoes with a nervous expression of her young, vulnerable face. Petra disliked the new girl already; for one thing she was far too pretty; with big, clear blue eyes and a beautiful body that seemed almost too slim for her large, round breasts, for another thing having an inexperienced Jan around was dangerous, she might screw up and get them all killed. Anna, a brunet like Petra, only much darker, merely leaned against the wall waiting. They all knew the objective; the bridge, and they all knew the plan; kill anyone in their way. all that remained was for the squad to draw straws.
All the squads at all the breach points were probably doing the same thing right now, drawing straws to see who went through the breach first. Petra didn't hold herself exempt, which was her right to do as the leader of the five woman group, in fact she, like all janissaries, secretly grew somewhat excited at the thought of dying in battle. Still, she did breath a sigh of relief when she drew a long straw. Julie picked next. Petra and the other three veterans were all silently hoping that the new girl would pull short and become the cannon fodder. Unfortunately, she pulled long, her expression almost disappointed. Anna's face showed no emotion at all, as she came away with a long straw, but Carrie, drawing next, drew short. "Oh well," Carrie shrugged trying to appear unconcerned "this will be a piece of cake anyway." The other girls kept their faces impassive as well. After all, everyone claimed to have known someone who had survived a forlorn hope. "Two minutes" Petra announced, "Get ready." The girls took their positions, Carrie in front. Next to Petra, Anna pulled the leg of her shorts down her sleek thigh. Their uniforms, designed for maximum freedom of movement, consisted of blue Lycra halter-tops and shorts, and showed off their slender, muscular, and shapely bodies to full effect.
With a thud, their little boarding craft latched onto the enemy ship and the door cutters went to work. All the girls wondered if they would die in the next few seconds. The lights in the craft went out as the breach door opened and Carrie, with a war cry, leaped through, followed too closely by Julie. As expected the two enemy Jans stationed at the door were ready and immediately opened fire. Both of the guards nailed Carrie dead on with their Uzi's and she took close to thirty hits. The bullets propelled her back against the wall to the right of the doorway where, with Blood dripping from her mouth and the numerous holes in her chest, she slid down the wall, leaving a red streak across it. The guards knew their stuff and they professionally strafed the doorway at chest level. Julie, coming through the threshold too soon after Carrie, caught the stream of bullets across her breasts. Petra hiding inside the craft saw the spray of blood that the bullets made as they exited out her back. Julie stumbled back a step from the impacts, and then With a bubbling sigh, the well-endowed redhead dropped to her knees, causing her bullet riddled tits to jiggle, and then fell forward onto her face, revealing the line of exit wounds across her slender back.
Or, Julie shifted her feet excitedly. She knew that she needed to distinguish herself in the first combat so that the other Jans would come to trust her. The door open and Carrie jumped through. Immediately there was a burst of gunfire, and suddenly Julie figured a way to gain the respect of Petra and the others. As she dashed toward the door, Julie briefly had a glimpse of two yellow and red uniformed Jans, then she faltered as something hit her across her chest like a mule kick and knocked the wind out of her. In a remote corner of Julie's mind, she already knew she was dead. In the final seconds of her life, she decided that the feeling the nine-millimeter rounds made as then cut through her breasts like a hot knife through butter was strangely sexual. The feeling of her internal organs being shredded was like a pleasant tickle, and she felt an odd sense of regret as the bullets ripped out her back and sped off towards the other end of the room. Next thing she knew her legs had given out and she was on her knees. She felt a gushing sensation in her lungs as she tried to draw breath, then her vision darkened and she was falling forward. She never felt herself hit the floor.
The guards continued their barrage on the doorway until both their magazines clicked empty. Petra did not believe that they would make such an amateur and soon to be fatal mistake as to run out of bullets at the same time. Moving quickly, both Anna and Kate ducked low through the door cutting right and left and opened fire on the right hand guard who had almost finished reloading her gun. The woman was hit so many times that Petra saw a red mist fill the air around her. Petra leap over Anna's crouched charge and dashed after the left hand Jan who had run around the corner as her comrade died. Rounding the corner a second after the other a guard, a yellow and red uniformed girl about her own height with a brown pony tail, Petra came face to face with the Jan as she desperately shoved a fresh magazine into the handle of her submachine gun. Without slowing Petra bowled into the obviously panicked woman and knocked the gun out of her hands, then the two janissaries grappled about on the floor fighting over Petra's gun. The enemy Jan had just rolled on top of Petra and wrestled her Uzi away from her as Anna ran around the corner. Just as the yellow and red uniformed Jan pointed Petra's own gun down at her, Anna risked a shot. The bullet hit the pony tailed Jan in the side of her head, splattering her brains across Petra's face. The guard was knocked over sideways onto the ground where she flopped around for a moment before lying still. After she caught her breath, Petra rolled over and wiped her face with the dead girl's hair, then she got up and followed Anna back to the rest of her squad.
Around the corner, Kate watched the other end of the corridor for more Jan's. Petra knelt in front of Carrie's ruined body, which was slumped against the wall. Carrie's face was locked in a mask of terrified determination. She met the girl's sightless green eyes "It should have been the new girl" was all the farewell that Petra offered her old friend before moving over too Julie. The exquisite redhead was lying face down in a sizable pool of blood. After admiring the even line of exit wounds across Julie's back for a moment, Petra rolled the redhead over with her foot. Julie's fresh, vulnerable features appeared surprised, her large blue eyes wide and staring, but her nipples, miraculously untouched by the line of bullet holes punched through her big tits, stood pert and erect. Remembering the fearful arousal that she had felt her first time in combat Petra could almost forgive the kid for acting so dumb. Almost. "Idiot" she muttered as she walked away.
In another part of the spacecraft, a squad of yellow and red uniformed jans were setting up an ambush against one of the main doors that were expected to be breached. The squad's leader, a short pale skinned and black haired jan named Mia, laid out the battleplan for her troops. "Alright girls, our sources indicate that a large contingent of the blues are about to try and force this door," Mia paced back and forth in front of her squad, then she stopped in front of her twin sister Cassandra and her large dark eyes narrowed "and we're going to kill them all right here!" Mia faced her twin sister " Cassandra, as soon as the door opens i want you to spray the entrance with heavy machinegun, jen, you throw a stun grenade." Mia turned to face the other two jans "Tamela, you and Diana charge in and mow the rest of the bitches down before they recover." There was a low rumble as the enemy boardingcraft attached to the hull of the ship "everyone get ready."
Mia triggerednthe doors to open a few seconds before the enemy doorcutters were finished taking the boarding craft troops by suprise. The enemies forlorn hope, a small, shapely asian jan, had a look of total amazement stamped on her face in the seconds before she practicaly disintegrated under Cassandra's heavy machinegun fire. The small entrance hall of the spaceship became filled with a deafening blend of gunfire and screaming. At a signal from Mia, Jen threw her stun grenade over the red misted carnage that was the first few ranks of the crowded boardingcraft. As Mia team shielded their eyes the grenade burst with a brilliant white flash, dazing everyone in the boardingcraft. Cassandra broke off her fire as Tamela and Diana charged fearlessly into the enemycraft strafing the front ranks of the blue lycra uniformed jans with their uzis. After all the jans in the front ranks were dead, whether they had realized it yet or not, Diana and Tamela raised their guns over their heads to fire down on rear ranks of jans that had not yet been killed. though some of the jans in the back ranks raised their arms in surrender none were spared, when the main cabin was finished Tamela dashed through the cockpit door to execute the unarmed blond pilot whom she found strapped into her flight chair with one shot to the forehead.
Or. Aly figited nervously in the middlemost rank of the blue boarding party, fear and excitement racing throughout the length of her slim, muscular body. She was uncomfortable as well, the boardingcraft was designed to hold up to five squads or twentyfive jans, but today the craft was stuffed with ten squads and had become hot and sweaty. The jans were so tightly packed into the craft that Aly could not even raise her arms to brush her thick brown hair away from her tanned face, she was forced to stand hot and jittery, feeling sweat drip off her face to roll down her neck and chest into the too small halter top that she had been issued. the top was painfully tight on her large breasts and seemed to her to be cutting off the circulation of blood to her head and upper body. Aly amused herself with the notion of fainting before she even got to the battle until she felt her little boarding craft latch onto the enemy ship and the door cutters engage. Aly briefly squeezed the hands of her friends Andrea and Emily on either side of her for luck.
then the doors opened up early and heavy gunfire broke out. Aly could feel the entire body of troops shudder as the front ranks were torn apart. there was complete chaos as blood and screams filled the air. Aly was trying to bring her gun to bear when a white flash blinded her. when the flash cleared, enemies were in the room brutally killing all the dazed and helpless jans. Aly was still trying to free her weapon when the short blond woman in front of her jerked wildly and slumped forward dead. The woman had been so close that Aly had felt the bullets hit her as she died. That was to much, letting go off the gun Aly raised her arms above her head and cried " please! stop!" The movement raised Aly's already full and taunt breasts in her tight lycra top and they must have made an inviting target because no sooner had she offered surrender than a fussilade of bullets slammed into her chest. Aly's words gave way to mindless screams until another burst of gunfire torn through her and she expired, her head slumping sideways onto Emily, who was already dead as well,'s shoulder. The little craft was so tightly packed however that Aly's body did not fall to the floor but instead moved with the frantic undulations of the dying jans and took several more bullets. Andrea stared in shock at her suddenly dead friends for a few moments until she too was hit. After several minutes enough of the blue jans were dead as to allow Aly and her friends to fall to the ground like soft, warm and bullet riddled dominos.
Mia surved the carnage that she had wrought. the floor of the boarding craft was slick with the blood that leaked from the heaps of dead jans littering the floor. some of the blues still twitched with muscle spasms but most of them were still merely lying limbs tangled and intertwined blood dripping onto each other and mixing. With a nod, Mia turned and walked toward the door, intoxicated with the thrill of what she had done. At the door she met Cassandra who had just received a messenger from the bridge "a squad of blues is loose within the ship and we are ordered to find them..."